With a starched white collar, buying petro dollars
Got 20 million parked in the Pakistani money market
Tripping the alarm with the files in my arm
Now the food's all right in the mess at the prison farm
Now you know that's what the kids say
"My old man is making number plates"
Check out the masthead, "He's just a bastard"
Elderly investors lost their whole nest egg
Up on the 3rd floor the pigs kick in the door
Put the cuffs on the drug-dealing overlord
Now you know that's what the kids say...
Wife in the witness box, grandma darning socks
Kids at the babysitter's, I'm crying in the docks
Creditors say "Gotta make him pay!"
That's 18 months and the van takes me away
White collar crime, white collar crime...
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